So a couple years ago I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Although excited, I was anxious about being away from my friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety expressed itself was with nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up jerking upright in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one particular night, I had woken up to the sound of our doorbell ringing. Which at 4 in the morning is incredibly nerve-racking. So I woke my boyfriend up and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly jumps up, puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, petrified, am peering from around the corner seeing what happens. I see him step outside and I fearfully await the outcome when I hear him call out to me. “Babe?” And I respond nervously, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”